#and talked about crying during inversion

[hott-brownn-sugarr]

GUYS THE MOST CRAZIEST THING HAPPENED TODAY

I MET A REDACTED FAN IRL?!?!

and like this is someone who is my “sibling” in a club so it was basically fate.

literally all started by our club fam hanging out after eating together and we were saying hot takes and she was like “bf asmr is good”

nobody else really agreed (we’re all very non judgmental so it was good) but i was like “…YUP”

and then she started describing redacted and i was like “GASP U LISTEN TO REDACTED?!”

we’re now friends 😋

anyway yeah i had to share bc wow. never in a million years did i think i would talk about redacted to someone face to face.

[thesolaireslawyer]

 David Shaw Is Calling

{TW: Inversion Mentions, Mentions of character death ( I am not the world's best writer;-; [hell I graduated HS in may be nice] I know nothing of southern slang- I'm sorry-) Sam being called Cowboy-}

WC: 676 or 68o I can't rememeber

Nothing would’ve or could’ve prepared him for that call. For a minute he thought he was dreaming. He let it ring one more time before actually picking it up. He didn’t say anything- he couldn’t think of anything to say. 

                                 Sam.. can I-.. Can .. his voice was unusually shaky

            Sam.. C-can- i come..over. I-..if.. you’re busy.. don’t worry about it..  

Sam couldn’t remember what he said. All he knew now was David Shaw was on the way. That tone of voice was all too similar. He was hurting.. There is no doubt about that- its has been a whole month. He’d almost lost everything.. His Partner, his pack, and his best friend.  

   Sam climbed out of bed his sleeping darlin' unfazed by his movement. He took note and went out of the room shutting the door ever so slightly. David should be here by now.. If he remembered the way here. The cowboy took a seat on the couch pondering why David called him. Did he see him as a member of the pack? A good friend? God this is too much for this old man. He leaned against the couch only to hear a light knock. Well if he didn’t realize this was real. That knock tells him it was- Sam got up and went to open the door. 

An unsightly David graced Sam’s sight. 

Can I come in..? 

Y..yeah 

Sam moved to the side of the door frame, David trekked through the door he looked like hell. Could this be about the… yeah.. There’s no doubt about it, but why did David come to talk to him about that? Sam closed the door-locking it, and for a moment awkward silence filled the room. 

Sam.. during the inversion.. You came when I called.. I was panicked.. Hell a little manic. I was in a complicated form to put it simple. You could hear the quiver in David's voice.

A..Ash..Asher was.. Dying in my arms.. And I didn’t know what to do.. And my m…mind went to you... 

                                           David.. Y-

No..l..let me finish, please.. 

Sam went silent.. watching this mountain of a man; falling apart in his living room like that night. He stood before a breaking man, thinking he was about to lose it all. Pleading for his help.

You helped me.. The water welling in David's eyes threatened to spill. Being here, trying to thank the man who saved his best friend's life. Sam took notice of David’s shaking form-  he was about to fall. A quiet wosh and David was now crying in his arms. Why did this feel familiar? The man was just muttering thank yous and saying Sam did so much for him that night. All the while Sam held him, telling him he didn’t need to thank him and David had helped himself as much as he did. 

______

The bedroom door opened and Darlin walked out wearing one of Sam’s flannels. They wanted to know where their mate went. Was he out driving again? Would they be waiting outside for him to come back? However, they were caught off guard seeing their alpha sleeping on Sam’s couch. Okay… then where was Sam? Confused they began to look around the home. It's almost light out that and it isn’t like Sam to up and leave without word. As Darlin was getting lost in their thoughts the door opened. And it was David's partner and Sam. 

 Where’d you guys go? 

To get more food..I didn’t think you’d be up when we got back darlin'..

Yeah.. after Davey fell asleep Sam called and I wanted to.. You know… 

You two don’t need to explain I get it. I was just worried. 

____

To add to all the surprises, the last place David thought he’d wake up was Sam’s place. Let alone to the sight of  Angel and Sam’s mate cooking together. And nothing was burning- 

Yeah, I didn’t think Darlin knew how to cook- but they surprised me- 

Yeah.. Sam.

Yes David..

Thank You.

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(this took me wayyyyyy longer than it should've.. that being said this was really fun to write! can't wait to see how everyone reacts to this! but anywho have a good day or night! )

special thanks to @tanky-baby for the amazing inspo!

[livingthedragonlife]

Rook Plants Ask Game

I decided to answer all the questions in that ask game i reblogged yesterday and im going to post all the answers for fun <3

[the ask game in question]

[my Rook, real name Valonril, also Val, I’ll be using all 3 interchangeably]

🌻 How old is your Rook? How do they feel about celebrating their birthday? What gift has meant the most to them?

Val is 28 and happy about it! There was a time in his life that he didn’t think he would make it this far, so he makes sure to celebrate every year. Mostly alone, doing a special thing for himself, but he isn’t averse to small get-together or gifts.

The best gift he’s ever gotten was from a close friend in the Veil Jumpers—custom archery gloves, when he decided that a bow would be his weapon of choice. For many years, he’s lovingly kept up maintenance of the leather and repaired any damage they receive.

🪻 What is the most painful injury your Rook has received? How has it affected them once it healed/scarred?

Rook is on the list of people who have broken their bones falling off an aravel. He broke his leg, which absolutely fucking sucked while traveling. It wasn’t so bad when they finally set up camp, because being a craftsmaster’s apprentice meant he was sitting down to do most of his work, and didn’t have to go very far when he needed something. It healed mostly without incident, but he can always tell when it’s going to rain when his left leg randomly starts aching.

The rest are under the cut because this is very long!!

🌹 What’s the first genuine fight Rook got in with their love interest about? How was it resolved?

Val romanced Davrin, and they’re kind of the inverse of each other? Rook is a silly, goofy guy to hide his stress and dark thoughts, while Davrin is very serious to hide his gooey caramel center and devastating survivor’s guilt. They can kind of talk past each other in times of emotional distress. 

There are times when it seems like Rook really isn’t taking shit seriously, and that upsets Davrin for obvious reasons. Meanwhile, Rook is taking everything so seriously that he’s working overtime trying to make sure nobody notices. Being accused of not caring, of joking around too much to keep some fucking levity in his life, set him off real bad. Davrin doesn’t get why Val can’t just be serious about this, people’s lives are at stake, and Val is like I AM!!! YOU LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW CAREFULLY I AM CONSIDERING THIS, ON PURPOSE, LET ME HAVE ONE (1) JOKE. 

They go cool off and come back to talk about it later. It’s a moment where they get to understand each other better.

🌸 Does your Rook have any siblings or close friends they see as such? Where are they during the events of Veilguard?

No siblings, but he had/has close friends! 

Isera was his childhood best friend from his clan, they always talked about being sisters like Andruil and Sylaise, because she was the hunter, and Val was the creative one. Their relationship stumbled when he came out, because they both really leaned hard on that “sisters” thing, and he was worried he’d lost her. When Val explained his connection to June to her, she went, “So we’re not Andruil and Sylaise. Because you’ve been June all along, Sylaise’s husband.” And then he started crying and they hugged it out. She was the first person he talked to about leaving his clan to join the Veil Jumpers. She was sad to see him go, but fully supported his need to move on. He misses her a lot, but they had the most closure of any of his relationships from his clan, and he’s more or less at peace with not having her in his life anymore.

Eloren, another Dalish elf from the Veil Jumpers, was another close friend, and one person he saved during that mission where he lost the map. They were fresh recruits together and bonded over not knowing what the fuck was going on, ever. At a certain point, Val felt comfortable enough to come out and Eloren went “YO ME TOO” so they then instantly bonded over being trans men as well (though Eloren leans more he/they transmasculine). For a very long time, they were inseparable, and they even had a Thing (sexual) for a little while. It was really healing for Val to get to directly talk about his problems with someone who could relate, and give him hope for his transition since Eloren was much farther along when they met than he was (his clan was a lot nicer about it than Val’s, which he was envious of but also glad for—it meant not all clans were like his). Obviously when Rook left with Varric, their relationship paused, but when he came back they picked up right where they left off as besties. Eloren is doing Veil Jumpers things for the duration of the game, and he survives to the end. Because I said so.

🌾 If there was a demon trying to trap/take over Rook, what kind would be the most successful? What would break their hold?

Despair demons have a particular affinity for targeting Val already. He has a lot of baggage from the transphobia he experienced in his clan and after, and ruined his relationship with both his parents about it. It is, unfortunately, very easy to bring him back to that place of despair, living a lie because it makes other people happy, feeling like something’s wrong but nobody believes him, walking on eggshells around people who are supposed to love him. The betrayal from his family and some of his other clanmates, and having to make the heart wrenching choice to leave all of them behind, even the ones who supported him. Every time they fight despair demons, Rook is not having a good time. This is all in addition to how despaired he would be if the demon decided to target his fear of letting down his team/everyone dying because of his actions.

I think a desire demon might get him too, though. Getting access to HRT and top surgery (“surgery”) was hard enough, he’s worried there might never be a way to get him the body he truly desires, outside of blood magic. It would be harder to get him, but if a desire demon promised him magic bottom surgery, and made a convincing enough argument? He would really be at risk of taking that deal.

What would snap him out of it… In the case of the despair demon, reminder that he doesn’t exist to please other people, for sure. He doesn’t exist to serve the whims of people who won’t respect him anyway, and the reminder that he already figured that shit out—it’s why he left his clan, he was sick of stifling himself for the sake of others. And/or being reminded that people love and respect him as a leader, and that he has friends/loved ones who will be there for him if and when something bad happens. Pretty straightforward “your mental illness is wrong” solution.

In the case of the desire demon, that’s a tougher one. It’s harder to get him into the demon’s hold, so it’ll also be harder to get him out—because if it can convince him it has what he wants, he’s really bought in hard. It’s what he’s been chasing for his entire transition, and getting him to “give it up” will be a fight for whoever’s attempting to get him to see reason. I think teasing apart the fact that the demon’s offer is inherently suspicious would loosen the grip at least a little. If demons could do this, it would be happening all over Thedas. Even if they can, making a deal with a demon never goes well. Plus, he always said he wanted to do it without blood magic—how far is he willing to bend his values? Not convincing him that he doesn’t need/shouldn’t want it, per se, but that this isn’t how he wants it, and he knows that deep down. And if you know him particularly well, the reminder that not having his perfect body doesn’t mean he’s not a man, and that the demon is doing exactly what his parents/clanmates did to him: trying to mold him for its own desires for what it thinks he should be, with no regard for his actual wellbeing. 

He would be deeply unwell after either of these encounters! <3

🌱 Was Rook involved romantically with anyone before Veilguard? What was their partner like? How did the relationship end?

Val had some short-lived relationships both in his clan—less than 6 months in every case. They were awkward at best, due to in part being a closeted gay trans teenager who didn’t understand why he really liked boys but… not like this. Even after he came out, and very early on HRT, he still felt like he was expected the play the role of a woman/girl even though his partner would call him by the correct words. Especially during sex, he hated sex for a very long time. And that was without the explicitly transphobic stuff he was going through. Pretty much every relationship at this point in his life fizzled out or ended on bad terms.

The Veil Jumpers introduced him to more people in general, and more trans people, including more trans Dalish elves. He did not feel even a little comfortable with a romantic relationship at that point in his life, mid-transition and pre-top surgery, especially considering how poorly the others in his life had been. After top surgery, though, he basically immediately entered his Slut Era, and though he does still have bottom dysphoria, not having boobs really changed the game for him. He was confident enough to enjoy being naked, and uh that really improves one’s sex life! His relationships after that were still pretty short-lived—though he got up to a year and a half once!—but he was much happier during them, and they ended amicably much more often. After Strife told him to get the fuck out, he hadn’t been intimate with anybody in a while and obviously was a little too busy for it while travelling around with Varric and Harding. 

🌼 If someone was to ask Spite what Rook smells like, what would he say?

Rook probably smells like the magic herbs from his HRT potion and leather cleaning supplies from when he cares for his armor. So in my best impression of Spite’s words, he smells like, “plants and tallow.” 

Making it better: “Plants and tallow. Always cultivating, maintaining, his body and others.” 

🌷If Rook needed to get away from their responsibilities for a moment, where would they go? Where is their safe space outside the Lighthouse?

He’d probably go fuck around in the woods honestly. He’d take his puzzle and some snacks and go hike around Arlathan for however long he needs to in order to feel normal again. But really, anywhere quiet with his beloved June’s Knot is his safe space. He wants to be alone with his object.

🥀 What figure from Rook’s personal past would be added to the regret prison?

Rook will always regret leaving his clan at least a little, and a big part of that is because he misses his craftsmaster, Hanarel. The man became his surrogate dad after his actual dad turned out to be a transphobic asshole, and his mom turned out to be too busy hand-wringing over their deteriorating relationship to protect him from it. As Rook was his apprentice, Hanarel would constantly “ask him to work late” (translated: allow him to stay late and do busywork to avoid his family) to make sure he was doing alright, and went out of his way to use proper masculine suffixes for him even before he started HRT or anything, when he still looked like a cis girl and most people would forget (or “forget”). Rook never properly thanked him for giving his young trans self a safe(r) space, and being a positive masculine role model for him. He wishes he would have done it before he left his clan for the Veil Jumpers, but he was so anxious to leave that unsafe environment, he just bounced without thinking about it. It eats at him sometimes. 

🪷 Does your Rook have an irrational phobia? (ie spiders or large man-made objects submerged underwater)

Rook is terrified of heights. Every time he uses the ziplines he is praying to gods he’s not even sure he respects anymore. He is forced to climb up so many things in this game and he’s shaking and sweating and sobbing and throwing up the whole time.

🍀 Has Rook had any near-death experiences? What went through their mind during what they thought was going to be their final moments?

It would be hard to go through this whole game and not have a few. During that double blighted dragon fight he absolutely had one.

The first thing he would think, hitting the ground and bleeding out, would be “I failed.” He was supposed to defeat the gods, it was his responsibility, and he fucked it up. So many people are going to suffer now, because of him. He’d think about all the work he’d done, left unfinished. And then he’d think about his clan, his family and friends, the people he hadn’t spoken to in years, even if he was sure some of them never wanted to see him again. He would want to apologize to his team for not being able to lead them, and in this particular scenario of the double dragon fight, he would wish he said something to Davrin while he had the chance.

And then he lives!! Hooray!

💐 What is the relationship Rook has with their faction mentor? What was the moment they sent Rook away like? 

Strife and Valonril weren’t, like, adversaries? But it was apparent early on that Val was gonna do his own thing, and they didn’t always see eye to eye. He respects Strife for his knowledge and experience, he would never say the man is stupid or a bad leader. But also, you know, sometimes his orders are wrong and dumb. Strife thinks Rook is this close to being a loose cannon, but he keeps saving lives and being stubbornly determined at all costs and getting people to like him. They respect each other, but different philosophies in leadership make their relationship kinda tense.

The moment Strife sent him away was closer to a “you can’t fire me, I quit!” on Rook’s part tbh. He refused to budge on his conviction that the team’s lives were more important than that stupid ass map, and the argument that ensued from that stubbornness was explosive. Val stomped off, indignant, leaving Strife huffing and puffing with equal rage. When they meet again after Solas’ ritual, they do that thing where they narrow their eyes at each other and quietly decide that they can put the past aside… for now.

🌺 Is there an object from Rook’s childhood they look back on fondly? (ie a favorite stuffed animal, book, or food)

Valonril still carries around a June’s Knot he was given while in his clan. It was his favorite toy as a kid, and became a fidget toy as he grew up. It’s an impossible puzzle, built so it can never be solved, and since the game has never depicted one, I’ve imagined it as a 3D sliding block puzzle. If it could be solved, it would create a smooth surface on all sides, but there’s always at least one block out of place disrupting the shape. He can almost-solve it as many times as he wants, in countless ways, and often uses it to help himself focus or keep his hands busy while doing something else. He takes it literally everywhere.

🌿 Does your Rook have any tattoos? What was the moment when they got them like? If they’re a Crow where is their de Riva brand located? What vallaslin do they have/how did they earn it if they’re Dalish?

Val is Dalish and has some non-culture related tattoos! For fun! If Veilguard was based, he would also have piercings 

He has the vallaslin of June, the god of crafts. It’s both a practical meaning, because Rook was the craftsmaster’s apprentice before he left his clan, and a personal one. In the myths about June told by his clan, June “created himself” and as a trans man that story always resonated with him. He got his vallaslin right on time at 18, and picked it for those two reasons.

His other two tattoos are on his chest and right arm. The one on his chest is the little swirly/diamond design, he got it to commemorate his top surgery after it fully healed. The sleeve on his right arm is something he’s just doing for funsies—he started it while in the Veil Jumpers and unfortunately had to stop before the design was complete because Strife told him to fuck all the way off. He plans to finish it at some point!

The “unfinished” part would be that he wanted it to go all the way up and over his shoulder and cover the back of his arm, but as you can see, it is not that way.

🍂 What was it like the first time Rook killed someone? How did they react afterwards?

Oh, he was unwell.

Rook was not a hunter, and hadn’t so much had killed an animal (on purpose, anyway) before joining the Veil Jumpers. He knew the necessity of hunting and saw the hunters in his clan carrying back fresh animals, so doing that didn’t bother him so much. He had to fight sentinels in Arlathan, which was difficult physically, but not emotionally. 

Killing a person? Horror unmatched. It was in self-defense, when he and a small group of other Veil Jumpers ran into some thieves who were trying to steal some artifacts and wouldn’t take “please stop” for an answer. But he did not have a good time and it’s a big part of why he’s pretty obsessed with saving people’s lives.

[fshoulders]

Just saw someone on here say the Baz Luhrmann Romeo & Juliet is “considered the most faithful movie version of Romeo and Juliet” and had to stop myself from chasing them down the internet like the meme goose going “BY WHO?! BY WHO!?????” Don’t start internet beef over this, self! They didn’t say THEY liked it best! They might be an innocent bystander! Also you are weirdly aggressive about Shakespeare!

Okay, deep breath, short post. Short post! We can do this!

Romeo and Juliet has an oddly small cinematic footprint, compared to its cultural impact. That’s probably why Luhrmann’s version can still hold any primacy. (Gods, are there English teachers showing this in class? Because they don’t have to fast-forward through the Zefferelli nudity? What a thought. Stay on target.) I can only theorize that other Shakespeare plays get more adaptations because they’re centered on a huge male role, so they can be a Serious Showpiece for a single male actor. R&J doesn’t operate that way.

And in my experience (having seen four or five live productions, off the top of my head) it’s a play that really lives in the theater. Stupid as it sounds, every time I see Romeo and Juliet live, some part of me feels like this time, it might end happy. The letter might not go astray: the messenger won’t get caught in a quarantine, Romeo will know Juliet isn’t dead, and everything will turn out fine. It’s so often noted that the play isn’t structured as a tragedy, but as a New Comedy (like Midsummer Night’s Dream, et c. — a story about young people defying their parents for love) that goes wrong: somehow this works on me, in person, such that I really think maybe we’ll pull it off! The kids will be all right, the parents will be chastened, and all will end well. It breaks my heart, every time, when it doesn’t.

I have small quibbles with the Luhrmann R&J, but I won’t enumerate them here. I simply want to point out that Luhrmann makes the most appalling directorial choice he possibly could. And he’s not the only one! This choice was in vogue during the 19th century in England (which is also when Bowdler took the naughty bits out of Shakespeare, so…yeah. Not very concerned with being faithful to the text.) Luhrmann, and the rest of the 19th century text-criminals, have Juliet wake up while Romeo is still dying.

I suppose some of you are now going, “why is that such a terrible thing? It allows for more acting!” Well, yeah, that’s why the hams of the London stage liked to do it in Romantic and Victorian times. Everything for more melodrama!

But it’s a sin against the text, and I’ll tell you why. That breathless stupid hope I talked about above, that the entire play’s structure induces? The hope that everything will turn out right? It builds up in you like a flood, and everything goes wrong again, and the entire weight of your hope is penned up in your heart, and they came so close! It was so close to being all right, but Romeo kills himself, and nothing will be all right.

And Juliet wakes up, still a citizen of the Country of Hope where this trick is so clever and Romeo’s going to save her, and she finds him there. And nothing makes sense to her. He was supposed to be here, but he was supposed to be alive. It’s a cruel inversion of her hopes, it’s her love made Death at last, it’s her whole world collapsing. We know how close it came to being all right, but she doesn’t know. She despairs. She sees he poisoned himself. And then she kisses him. And she says,

“Thy lips are warm.”

Now she knows as clearly as we do how nearly they were together, how close they came to a happy ending. Total understanding crashes over her, and crashes out of us. It’s the perfectly weighted moment of catharsis for the entire play. No lie: just typing her words above, I started crying with no warning. It’s the sharpened point of the play in Juliet’s heart, and ours. Those four words are the most devastating, understated thing. They are the cold, uncaring touch of Death.

And if she saw him die, they don’t work. They make no sense. She sounds like a fool saying them. And the whole weight of the play lands wrong, because some director thought he knew better than William Shakespeare how to wring the salt tears from human hearts.

[st4rg-zer]

I associate Sam and Darlin to this song

Sam & Darlin ( Headcanon edition )

- Darlin always sits on the kitchen counter whenever Sam cooks so they can be around him

- When Sam first met Milo, he was confused by his accent ( Sam doesn't handle accents well, hell, he doesn't even like his own accent )

- Darlin drags Sam to carnivals, arcade, Build-A-Bear, and other places like that, because Quinn always denied Darlin when they asked to go to them

- Whenever Sam found Darlin crying after or during the inversion, he'd let Darlin cry on his shoulder or just let them punch him in the gut as hard as they want until they calmed down ( He didn't care about the pain )

- Darlin hates cooking but is a sucker for baking and decorating cakes

- Sam doesn't like spicy or sour foods while Darlin loves spicy and sour foods

- When Asher and Milo met Sam, they were confused by his teeth when he talked to Darlin, but we're also cautious because of what Quinn did.

- Sam finds Darlin sleeping in random places. On the couch? Yep, they've slept there, bedroom floor? Their personal favorite, Washing machine? it hurt their back a bit but they slept

- Sam doesn't understand half the shit Asher and Darlin say when they rant about video games, it's the one thing he can't keep up with

- when Sam met David, he wasn't expecting for David to be shorter than him.

- Darlin's fur when they shift is the softest yet most course fur out of the whole pack

- Darlin is barely shorter than Sam

- Sam's teeth are rather dull compared to other vamps

- Darlin randomly bites Sam's arms and hands

@tank09

[bumlets-appreciation-blog]

Loving A Heroine

A/N: This is not Newsies-related whatsoever but it's something I've been thinking about for a long time. The "Male Hero, Female Civilian" has been a staple in comic books for a long time and I feel like the inverse isn't given as much thought. Most female heroes end up in long-term relationships with other heroes but we don't get a lot of Lois Lane-esque love interests. I didn't really have a specific character in mind when I started but as I was writing it, I kind of started thinking about Stephanie Brown/Batgirl. I mostly wrote this to try something new but I do hope you guys like it!

You didn’t see it when you met her but looking back it was obvious: her calloused fingers and scarred knuckles as you shook hands for the first time, the way her restless eyes clocked every exit point in the restaurant before your drinks had even arrived, the grace in her step and power in the set of her shoulders as she walked in that had left you breathless.

She didn’t talk much about herself that night, sidestepping personal questions in a way that suggested nerves instead of forethought and her lips had quirked up in a beautifully sardonic grin when she admitted that she didn’t date much. You were completely infatuated by the time your food had arrived and half in love by the time she kissed your cheek after you walked her to her car. You didn’t know what it was at the time but you knew you needed to see that girl again.

She kissed you for the first time after your third date, her fingers tangled in your hair and your hands cupping her face. One of your pinkies had rested on the side of her neck, directly over a thin puckered line you recognized as a scar. She’d mentioned that she had scars and you had even seen a few but this was the first time you ever touched one and it made the moment even more intimate.

Time melted into days and nights spent together until it was six months later and she’d carved herself into your soul. She was a little flighty and more than a little forgetful, showing up late and breathless more often than not and sometimes even canceling completely but she always apologized and only missed a rescheduled rendezvous twice. She almost always fell asleep during movie nights and would wake up gasping for air or crying out in anguish. She refused to talk about it and broke your heart a little every time she did.

It wasn’t until almost a year had passed that you found out how she spent her nights, about the lives she’s saved and the burden she carried on her shoulders. Someone had found out who she was and what you meant to her but thankfully she was there, your knight in black leather and Kevlar. She’d brought you back to her place that night and the truth came spilling from her like a raging river. The tragedies that had shaped her, the day she chose to don her mask, the stories behind every scar that etched the canvas of her body.

Vulnerability had never come easily to her but that night she’d been a raw nerve, an open wound gushing with all of the pain she’d kept inside. The fragility in her eyes when she told you that she understood if you didn’t want to see her anymore had pierced your heart with a stinging pain but the relief in her eyes when you told her that you wanted to stay had soothed the ache.

“It’ll be dangerous,” she’d said, her voice soft and unsure.

“I know,” you’d replied. “I love you and I think you're worth it.”

Things became easier and more difficult at the same time, the understanding between the two of you filling you with both pride and fear. Her tardiness didn’t elicit the same fond exasperation it once had but instead the sharp pains of terror at the thought of her lying dead in some alleyway. She still fell asleep during movies and jolted awake from nightmares but she told you about them now, about the loss of her parents and the people she couldn’t save.

She’d wake you up when she crawled into the bed you shared at two, three, sometimes four in the morning but she never fell asleep until she was curled into your arms. Sometimes you’d wake up and find her in the bathroom, swearing under her breath as she tried to tend to a wound. You started taking first-aid classes after the second time and she started cutting the tension with sexy nurse jokes every time you patched her up.

It didn’t always work and you fought about her night job more often than you would’ve liked but you did what you could to accept it. Even though you loved her so much that the thought of losing her left you half mad with worry, what she did was such an intrinsic part of her that you couldn’t imagine her any other way.

 So you patched her up on her bad nights and washed the blood from her body when she was too injured to do it herself. You held her when she cried over a nightmare or another soul she couldn’t save and kissed her scars, from the long, thin wounds from knives and the raised circles from bullets, because you couldn’t take them away but maybe your love could heal at least some of the emotional pain that lingered.

You chose to love her in all of her righteous fury and fiery passion. Her steely glares and sun-bright smiles. Her bruised, scarred body and her stubborn, hopeful heart. The ferocious way she fought and the gentle way she loved. The way she always, always stood back up, with blood in her teeth and bruises blossoming across her knuckles, a half-feral grin on her face as she declared, “I can do this all day.”

She’d told you once, “I won’t turn my back on people. Not when they need help and I can give it to them.”

“And I won’t turn my back on you.”

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 17 - Toothache

These look like various different armours. Interesting.

One of the very, very rare times Kerubim says "Jojo", and not "Joris" or "my Jojo".

Considering how fast he came, chances are he was outside, listening in to Kerubim searching for the tooth. He is so real for that.

Joris gets a pass for not being normal about Kerubim and his stories because he's 7. I won't make fun of him. He's baby.

(Kerubim doesn't get a pass for not being normal about Joris because he's like 60-80, and should go to therapy, instead of compensating for his fail orphanage childhood and divorce. It's equality. To me.)

Yes, his spine always hurts. Yes, he's also still very good at acrobatics and parkour, as all adventurers should be. He contains multitudes.

Peace and love in the World of Twelve. Also, Kerubim's fruity stance here...

He loves sharing things that make him happy with Joris. It's very cute. But also Joris is like 7, so I don't know what he's expecting.

Maybe he's trying to raise him with a love for selling things to people, so that one day he will continue the family business.

Bad news: Joris's main interest as an adult, while manning the store, is Bullying The Customers. Bullying them until they start to cry or call him slurs.

And are these... "assistants" in the room with us, right now?

Also: Kerubim knits, as can be gauged from the yarn balls with the knitting needles in them. At least he is putting that yarn ball addiction that has been alluded in the first episodes (before Simone cleaned up) and which will be fully revealed in episode 49, The Jellivision, to a good use.

I just know that before coming out, they had a talk that went something like:

"And then, when I clap, my Jojo, you will jump onto the counter, with milk! Imagine how happy it would make the customer."

"Yay papycha!"

Yet again, everyone in this household loves to jump onto tables. This will not change in even 600 years. Manlets. Littlefellas. Shortguys.

Joris is more won-over by Keke's customer tactics than the customer. A likely thing for Joris to be.

I want to point out that, at literally no point during the series, except for the racing episode, do we see Kerubim actually go to Brakmar, or really explore the Sidimote Moors.

I wonder if he has something to hide.

(Atcham. I am yet again talking about Atcham.)

Despite wanting to act like he's cool and lucky, Kerubim does actually put in the time to research what waits him where he's going. Especially when he knows it's going to be dangerous. It's an interesting contrast to the way he was in the Unikron episode.

I suppose it's very likely that that story happened before this one, and he's matured.

(Though it doesn't mean he isn't wrong about things sometimes.)

Truly, he is the male version of Lina Inverse.

Food moment: I am not describing all of them, but man, those sure are fruits and veggies.

This implies that Kerubim has used the tooth for cleaning before, either cleaning the house, or cleaning himself. No wonder he's so beautiful.

I will be real, if I was Kerubim I would like. Do unspeakable evils upon Simone. I would make her tea with salt for a week. He is more patient than all of us.

Dead.

Yeah, not even being the best and the prettiest can save this. It's over.

[moon-blanket]

Oh my god the next part came Super Fast let's GET IT

They way he told them to sit. Hi ! hey. Okay i'm sitting.

Damn the Bennetts tried to get other Houses to join the endeavor about CloseKnit. Good riddance then.

William didn't "banish" Porter after his scuffle with Vincent, just a convenient way of him doing his job with less suspicion ? Since he techincally wasn't "affiliated" with House Solaire anymore ?

William ordered PORTER to do it all ? Using the Summit as a way to carry out a "Favor" for another House in the Council ? Seizing the assets of the House of Bennett in the outcome ??

Holy fuck, just how powerful is Porter. That whole murder/alibi plan of his is Wild.

Okay William not wanting to wait around for another 1500 lives lost to get eyes pointed on House Bennett and get the ball rolling. That's a slay. I get it.

I'm with Vincent, What's the logic of all of this !! This "Game" is confusing !!

What is William's part in this !! What is he doing right now !!

I don't blame Vincent for "seeing in black and white" in this moment ! His world is actively crashing down around him, everyone he trusts is in on Something but Him and Lovely (maybe Sam, who knows), and it's out of NOWHERE ! If this didn't happen, who knows how long this would have been hidden from him ! He has the right to be upset about it !!

William thinks of Vincent as his actual child, loves him like a son :( enough to not want his hands dirty. Knowing that he shouldn't have turned him, his biggest regret, saying what he did to Vincent was wrong..... I actively had to pause and cry on the floor for a good five minutes.

GREAT Reminder from Porter that William isn't a Saint. He doesn't have to be ! He is still a good man, who does good things !!!!! The ways that these results are obtained is rather questionable, but what comes from it cannot be denied !!

He took Porter in and gave him a new life, showed him unending kindess. That's how you obtain allies !! Bonds that truly matter !!! All the things William feels for those in his House are genuine !!!!!!!! He cares for all of them so deeply !!!!!!!!!

The circumstances of Porter's turning is very interesting. Turned by a Mass Maker, constantly invocated and used for his powers in a way he had no say in. Running and Running until he found William, who cleaned him up and mentored him on his powers. That's very nice :(

I'm glad Porter understands that the experience he had was not universal. I'm glad he has the perspective of Vincent's, and i'm glad Vincent has the perspective of Porter's.

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Overall, I'm very glad that the Two of them (Three, since Lovely sat in on it) had that talk. It was definitely not the most pleasant or comfortable, given the circumstances, but it was absolutely Needed.

And if anything, it's a step in the right direction for both Porter and Vincent. They learned a little bit more about (and from) each other during this whole Event. They may have wildly vast differences, jarringly so. But there is something inside of both of them that is so strikingly similar to me, even if I can't put a finger on it. I don't expect them to be Best Friends after this, but hopefully they have some level of understanding with each other after this. And maybe become the slightest bit nicer to each other, even if it takes a while.

(I see why William wanted Shaw Pack there, since they were all looking into CloseKnit. He let them see some evidence to get DUMP on the ball, as well as some actual justice for the Inversion. But geez, that could have gone bad !)

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This was a GREAT audio. Poor Vincent and Lovely. They deserve a LONG fuckin' break after all is said and done. Please let them be happy for ONCE lmfao.

Still love you with my life Porter I'll do anything for you by the way.

[daecero]

♯┆Iris Carmine .ᐟ

proverbial golden child

Age: 26

Gender/Sexuality: Genderfluid, Bisexual

Type of Elemental: Human-Born Stealth

Specialties: Invisibility, Healing magic

Quick Scope Personality: Sweet, patient, slow-to-anger, smart

Basic Design: 5'4; short, shoulder length, wavy black hair with grown-out bangs; slight button nose shape; short, shaved eyebrows; two lobe piercings, one right helix piercing

Likes: The color green, caramel, polaroid pictures, strawberries with sugar, Mario Kart, Lasko, Playstation over PC, and tea over coffee

Dislikes: People who shove or push in lines, people who demand something rather than asking politely, matcha, sweet bread, and glossy nail polish (they prefer matte)

Backstory (Summarized)

Iris's family background is middle class, with parents who should have divorced but didn't - insisting that it was easier financially, but it caused multiple rifts between each family member. They have one sibling, an older brother who is the proverbial golden child, causing the spotlight's shadow to cast on them and leaving most of the attention from their parents to be shone on their brother.

Around 13, when her powers began to show themselves, she'd have flits of telekinesis where something in her room would go flying and eventually crash. During her bouts of anxiety and crying, or when her parents would fight, she'd literally turn invisible- if one of her parents were looking for her, they literally couldn't find her anywhere. As times in her adolescence got more and more stressful, the more strain was out in her parents while her powers continually manifested.

When they turned 18, they got a job and saved enough money, eventually moving out of their parents' house. They knew that they were fundamentally different, they could feel their core (although they didn't know what it was, or what it was called) and every time they'd be comfortable enough to bring it up to one of their friends, the friends shut it down, as they were unempowered. Eventually she'd met another empowered human, a water elemental named Kody, and he introduced her to D.A.M.N. They were friends, acquaintances more than anything, when she started her classes. As she grew more and more in her element, she became more social, and knew most of everyone she lived around and went to classes with.

Kody didn't start becoming more interested in being friends until Iris met Freelancer. He spotted them talking and decided to get closer to Iris with the intention of learning more about Freelancer. Iris, who only saw an old friend wanting to be closer, and gladly reciprocated the sentiment. Kody led them on for a number of weeks until he felt it would be okay to question them about Freelancer (timeline-wise, I think this would take place in Freelancer's second month at D.A.M.N?).

Eventually Iris pressed him about his obsession with Freelancer, and he got upset, and began twisting Iris's words. Saying that, just because he wants to become friends with someone and wanting to know more about them doesn't make him a bad person. Iris felt guilty, and apologized to him, correcting her words and allowing him to feel successful in hiding his true intentions. Later Iris told Freelancer everything that happened, and at this point, Kody had already forcibly bridged with Freelancer. Iris apologizes profusely, her and Freelancer talk everything out and become closer as friends, and they're now in Freelancer's inner circle.

Through Freelancer, Iris met Huxley. They became good friends, and Huxley let Iris tag along to a DND session that Lasko was holding- as Iris was vaguely interested in the game, and had nothing else to do with her evening. Iris and Lasko meet, and they become close, they eventually start hanging out independently of the group, going on dates, and then start officially dating.

During the Inversion, Iris was inside the ward. Lasko nearly lost his mind when he found out, Milo had to calm him down when he found him. Iris spent most of the time with Damien and Huxley, after waiting on the side stage for them to walk across and get their medals; she nearly got killed by the panicking crowd, Lasko still doesn't know about that tiny detail. When Dames, Hux, and Iris found Kody, it took Huxley holding Iris back and him trying to convince Damien to let it go in order for Kody to still be alive and breathing. After everything was over, Iris had about four open wounds from half-formed shades- it later left scars across her stomach, side, and back.

Lasko and Iris's reunion was bittersweet. Seeing each other again? Pure heavenly bliss. Seeing each other battered and bruised? Iris close to death, with a chilling rattle and rasp to her breath? Lasko crying, cupping her face with shaking hands and a voice sounding so far away from her that it didn't even seem to be him? Pure torture. The way they pulled into each other, it seemed like there was a magnetic pull from each other's heart and core, desperately searching out its counterpart. A line at the hip bone, a hook at their collarbone, a clasp from each hand to the other's spine- palms and fingers so desperate to find any grasp on the other that it hurt.

Small Details

Freelancer gifted Iris a polaroid camera after having a conversation about their family, how they never took many family pictures together

They let everyone add a few stickers to it, and it almost made them cry one time while looking at it

Iris now keeps that camera either on them or on their bedside table

Lasko gifted them a green pendant necklace, they never take it off now

Iris is a fan of stealing Lasko's zip-ups and hoodies

They own a specific pair of green Nike Air Jordans that they adore, they're almost always either wearing those or a pair of black Converses

Iris adores giving Lasko small hand kisses, they usually hold his hand in public spaces to calm them down

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary418

11/15-16/24

friday - saturday

rather good day,

i talked my gf's ear off about mormons during dinner, one thing i said, was that i think via joseph smith being so evidently odd and incapable of articulating himself as, i don't know, he doesn't have the grace of the bible say, so all the cruelty, misogyny, the odd violence and split / blindness necessary for what supports many of the social aspects of faith, church its history etc., he makes those things evident, i don't think the sacrifice / rituality / violence is so special to mormonism, what is special to it, is its way of crushing it i guess, it like, exposes it, like a wound, an undressed festering wound a blind eye must be turned to, continuously. this is true for many faiths, i suppose, but in mormonism there is some oddity to how bare this all is. it is pregnant with wretched and strange cosmic failure, an inverse to o'connor's notions of being haunted by christ, instead, it's this void of faith it feels like, where the grotesque is similar in function, where it reminds one of the faith and extremity of that faith, but it feels emptier and colder, less panic, more oddly secular, as if it produces our world as not cut off from something ancient and cruel, it feels like somehow closer to the machinations of religions who built temples of stone in forests, communing for what, and a cosmic order of strange hierarchy. of course i am such a total outsider, but it fills me with a particular dread that reminds me of how god and things felt to me when i was young and afraid always.

otherwise... the day was good, grocery shopping was easy, it was busy, too, the moon was huge and there were clouds and the coldness was beautiful, one cloud was the shape of the jets the military test overhead, so oversized it became a clumsy and pretty brushstroke looming, the sunset behind the heavy clouds all over the mountains, a little more drowned in snow than before. it feels like winter in a way it hasn't for me in a very long time. supposedly this is the last super moon for a long time, really huge, a giant eye.

well i've drawn more today too, i'll do more in a bit too i think.

quickly i want to talk about another alan clarke film i watched today, road, which was really beautiful, the rooms these people are in, they all have the texture of francis bacon paintings, the people too, in pain, moving about, shrieking, they seem like subjects of his in some way i suppose. really, i want to point to this monologue by louise in the film, she says, i am paraphrasing, but she says she's a quiet person, people think you're deaf and dumb, you want to say things, it's hard. at this point i began to cry but at that point i was choking up, as the monologues spoken by 3 other characters were all affecting too, strange and pain filled, the ending, somehow, somehow, find a way out. maybe the most striking work on, i dunno, living, mostly poverty, its politics though, this is why i love clarke, the political sphere isn't kept out of these emotional fields, it's not some distant thing we theorize over, these are the means by which we live, or are made to live, and the penetrate our deepest feelings, shape them, at one point it is spoken, paraphrasing again, drain the world of all feelings, strangeness, you're only left with profit and loss analysis. it is a startling work, a man in the film has resolved to starve himself, to see 'what else there is', because all that is about him cannot be the end of it. the way i cried, and it hurt my throat, choking me up in a way that hurts, made to see, really made i guess, something weird inside myself or something, the way you get choked up in arguments with your parents, tear filled, aching, the times you cry that something is moving about in you. a new thing swallowed. to become a sediment for other things to rest upon.

i now think of the first man in that series of speeches, he reminds me of a couple people, he keeps saying he wants to be a hero, he reminds me of our friend who sometimes sits on our couch here coming down from ketamine or e or other things. he is a good person who wishes he were better, struggling too, constantly. it is sad how rotten the world feels, i guess.

as i am getting ready for bed, here is a funny thing that happened today, my friend got me into that nyt daily game called letterboxed, i told them i did it in 4 words, they did it in 3, while doing it they found a whole new word, to they and i, ylem. ylem means the matter/nonmatter which made up the cosmos before the big bang, so i guess, not nonmatter, like everything at once. it feels profoundly poetic to come across it while just hitting random keys to play a game. i am very pleased by this occurence, i hope i remember this word, ylem, the hypothetical origin / substance which supposedly exploded, into right now, roughly, or seconds ago. i wonder as time moves on, everything behind us contracts back into that vague everything only to explode before us again, flowers in infinite time lapse, never closing up but only ever blooming, more more more more petals for all eternity, until it stops i guess. it will have to stop some time.

i also took photos of myself, here, i think my outfit is rather cute today:

i also did more lineart on one of the new drawings, #good. i began coloring too, since it's roughly done re: lineart, or not done but it's sketched out and the painting/coloring will create more opportunity to build things out. i'm looking forward to how this pattern i'm putting on this shirt blouse thing i am coloring in will make my life hell, the pattern isn't really pattern-y it's more like a bunch of random flowers drawn on the thing, wherever i please. so i'm making it easier on myself. looking forward still, to whatever difficulties that come with that. it's interesting how relaxing drawing can be. years ago especially and sometimes recently, not so recently, but, still, it filled me with frustration that things i did weren't perfect, now it's not that i don't care, it's just harder to even know what perfect would mean, i realized really what level i need to get to, is to get to the point where i'm okay showing people what i'm doing, that competency, and the patience to keep working at stuff, and that's finally here. i am 26, i've tried since i was a kid to be there with visual stuff, it was always so hard, or, i'm here with regards to patience, and it doesn't feel humiliating showing people or putting it out into the public, the things i waste my life doing. (i say that in a kind of twee way (if my gf saw this she would call me a manic pixie dream girl or something ( or quirky (i'm not quirky it's just what comes to mind... to say... you know...)))).

i also listened to a bunch of songs, today, that i made. they sound good with all the time i've taken off of that stuff, which feels good. some things i need to do become clearer, really good sensation, when it becomes clear to me that the big issue in this one thing i wanna get done so i can do vocals and then i'll have like, a decent amount of stuff set up for a single or something or like a micro ep or whatever, i need to lower reverb in the mix, which i knew, but also, i know where it's interfering, i know i need to make the bass more prominent, that sort of thing. that the tones are there i just need to level them out a bit more, lower guitars a bit maybe,,, yeah...

i was reading but i am too sleepy now, to keep my eyes open even,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[darkbagelfireknight]

Nothing more difficult than being a single child in a troubled childhood. That is the life of Genji. A single child with a single mother

Genji lives with his mother, Dr Kureha, who's a well known surgeon with her own clinic. Life isn't easy for poor Genji,who was a troubles relationship with his mother. Dr Kureha always wanted a daughter. Alas, her expectations are too much for poor Genji .

Anything Genji comes back from school, she wasn't always around. So, Genji tends to be alone most of the time. At times, Dr Kureha is very strict to Genji when it comes education.

During dinner, Genji and Dr Kureha had a conversation about having a sibling, but Dr Kureha is always busy and after a hefty divorce with her husband, she couldn't care less. Genji, tends to be clumsy especially in house cleaning, always upset Dr Kureha. "What's wrong with You Genji, are you not able to do such simple task?? Denji kept quiet.. I wish I had a daughter who knows how to cleanup... Genji just sat still. He always knew she wanted a daughter instead of him. Her friends to brag to her about their daughters.

The next day, Genji finally finished his exams for his final year in school, but his results were rather poor. He tried to hide the fact that he was hopeless and tried to hide his results from Dr Kureha.

On the last day of school, his class had a PTA meeting with parents. Dr Kureha happens to be available at the time. Genji got worried about it so much. At the meeting, his teachers told Dr Kureha about his studies, how he wasn't able to cope with it...Dr Kureha looks at Genji with such glare and disappointed. The ride home was quiet. At night, Genji cried himself to sleep.

The next day, Dr Kureha called Genji to meet her at her clinic after school. Genji came and sat in front of her desk. It was all quiet. Suddenly Genji, began to speak up, 'im sorry , Mother. Dr Kureha gave a smile and said " it's okay sweety. Tell me what's on your mind? Genji finally began to talk. About how he felt that he wasn't himself as a boy. Dr Kureha smiled and and began to caress Genji with a touch to his cheek. " I'm glad you opened up sweetheart " She than got up and went to take some drinks for both of them. Genji than drank.. while talking, Genji suddenly felt sleepy. Dr Kureha then said, begrudgingly "You always been a disappointment and Genji slump to the floor. Dr Kureha said " time to make my dream a reality, Genji -kun. And Genji fell asleep.

( Dr Kureha about the perform surgery on her son)

An hour later, Genji eyes were opened when suddenly bright lights were opened. He found that he was strapped to an operating table with both hands tied. He began to feel panic, as there's an anesthetic mask over his mouth. Dr Kureha came over, donned in her surgical gown and white latex gloves. She gave a smile and said '.Good morning sweetheart" Genji looks confuse and sleepy, unable to move. Dr Kureha began to explain" I told you I'm going to realize my dream and giving you what you wanted to be more of yourself. Dr Kureha puts her hand on Genji's cheek and caressing him. She squint her her eyes, looking pleased and said. " I'm giving you a Sex Change. Genji begins to cry and she begins to calm him "shhh, you won't feel a thing" she said. "Now let's begin with..she looks at Genji's lower body and said" Genitals. I'm going to start with a Penis inversion and turn it into a vagina. She then applied the anaesthesia while caressing Genji's cheek. "Shhh... Goodnight, sweety, Ookasan will take care of you". Genji eyes then closed. And soon the surgery began. Genji,could still hear the sounds of the machines and Dr Kureha slow talking with him. "Fssssshhh...The sound of the suction constantly as Dr Kureha countinue to work on his Penis. Soon, Dr Kureha remove his testicles " it's Soo pretty" she said smiling. Then, she began to cut his skin on his penis and pulled both of it into the hole . She, proceed to stitch and cauterize the stitches. She puts on her face shield and begin to cauterize. "Fssss.... The smell of burning skin lingers.

Few hours later, Genji woke up in his room, confused. Then Dr Kureha entered the room and smiled at him. "Good morning Genji Kun.. how are you feeling? Genji said he feels weird and dazed. Dr Kureha sat and caressing him, assure him it was all fine and showed him by removing his blanket. Genji saw and started to cry. Dr Kureha then calm him down by injecting another wave of anaesthesia. As soon he fell asleep again, Dr Kureha assured him and said " Let's continue with your chest by giving you your boobs" she said smiling.

Once again, Genji was put under the knife of his mother. Dr Kureha gave another look and said " now, I will give you your boobs by cutting and injecting the sillicons according to size". Soon, she began to perform an incision with an electric scalp, with the smell of burning flesh lingering in the air. After that, she loosen up a bit of the anaesthesia and as Genji is awake ,she came over. " Now, it's time for your facial. And to ensure total obedience, I will open up your brain by drilling a small hole and place this small device as she showed. Genji couldn't help but continue to cry. Soon, she began to cut his face and begin to improvise a aa female appearance. Finally , she began to shave a part of his hair and perform a minor brain surgery. And she took her drill,"Here we go" and smiled .."Vriii... The sound of the drilling lingers around.

Few days later, Genji or, know known as Hibari was dressing up for a family picture. Dr Kureha came up and hug her saying" Thank you for being my daughter " soon, as they begin to take a picture, she said " Smile"... And Hibari gave a smile, knowing what he has become now and accepted his fate.

[groupiedohanji]

★ GHOST OF YOU - HAN JISUNG

vii. talk to me.

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Han blinked at his phone screen, processing the last message Jeongin just sent on their groupchat, “also seungmin talked about her brother being at the door”. Her brother. At her door.

Fuck, there is no way this piece of shit is after her again.

Last time he was in town was when they broke up, Han knew that because she came crying to him, and he did the stupidest shit of his life and blurted out a ‘i love you’ during sex, making him wake up alone in his bed. there is not one single day that Jisung doesn’t think of going back to that exact same day and changing the whole situation, but… would it be worth it? would it change anything? At that moment, it felt right. It felt like it was something that she needed to listen to. she needed to know that he loved her — still loves her. it felt like the right thing to do. If he could, he would say so much more. he could recite a whole poetry to her if she wanted to, write countless songs for her, not that he hadn't already done so

But now, he can’t anymore. she has a new shoulder to cry on. despite this, he can't shake his worry.

“hannie, are you good?” changbin, asked, noticing his friend suddenly quiet after jeongin’s last message.

“yeah, all good,” han answered absentmindedly “i’ll be right back.” he muttered, leaving his seat and the couple alone.

“seo changbin! why the hell you brought jisung with you for our date!?” yuqi huffed, slapping her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“ya! i didn’t invited him! this is a public space, he just followed me!” changbin protested , rubbing his shoulder.

. . . ★ . . .

“so… i know we kinda did in the inverse order, but may i take you on a date tonight, princess?” hyunjin asked, leaning against the order counter, watching mimi, who was busy with the cash register.

“yeah sure, hyune,” she giggles, smiling softly, but her mind rushing with 30 million different thoughts. “just tell me the time and i will be there.”

“great, i will pick up at 7.” hyunjin smiled widely, his mind still on what happened in the staff’s room.

“hey, can i talk to you?” mimi freezes. this voice. his voice. she knew he was here, but she didn’t think he would come talk to her.

“she is busy, unless you wanna make an order.” hyunjin intervened quickly.

“looks like you're not ordering either, maybe you should leave her alone?” jisung retorted, raising an eyebrow.

if there is something mimi learned from being friends with hyunjin for these last months is that: he hates jisung with all his guts. she doesn’t know why, or what happened between them, she just knows that he does. nor did jisung seem aware of hyunjin's feelings. just as hyunjin doesn’t know that han is mimi’s ex.

“don’t you have someone better to bother?” hyunjin retorted.

“nah, now if you excuse me i really need to talk with her, or are you that type of toxic boyfriend that doesn’t let their girl talk to other guys?” han chuckles, teasing hyunjin where it hurts.

hyunjin got quiet, just scoffing and walking away from there, he murmured a good bye to mimi before leaving and going to where jeongin is cleaning one of the tables.

“what do you want, han?” mimi spoke her first words, since han came to talk to her, her voice barely a whisper. like she is scared, or even guilty.

han being han, did something he always did when they were dating, he got behind the balcony pulling mimi into the staff’s room, without too much hesitation from mimi to pull away.

“did your brother show up at your house?” he asked, not wanting to beat around the bush.

mimi was speechless. how the fuck does he knows that!? like, she doesn’t talk to him frequently (dirty talk DOESN'T count as talking to him), and surely minho wouldn’t tell him… right…? but she didn’t even talk to him yet, “how did you know that?!”

“jeongin is nosy,” he shrugged, how he discovered it wasn't important, he wanted to know how she is dealing with this. “now, talk to me.”

“i'm not talking to you, you’re not my boyfriend anymore,” she cross her arms, looking at him incredulously.

“whether your boyfriend or not, i care about you. and i want to know how are you handling this, i know how much of a dipshit he is.”

Mimi remained silent. The situation felt wrong, and she regretted being there. the same space she dragged hyunjin to some minutes ago.

han looking into her eyes, waiting for her to talk, at least a word, even a lie would do, he just wanted her to talk to him.

“baby, talk to me.” he repeats himself reaching for her hand, which she pulls away, feeling gross out of the sudden. “sorry,” he tells her quietly, stepping back from her.

“It's smells like sex here…” han says looking around, feeling embarrassed by how heavy the room felt after what just happened .

“han, what the fuck!? you don’t talk about the sex smelling, i’m already feeling bad as it is.”

“i’m trying to break the ice, ‘kay? you don’t need to feel bad, i mean, hyunjin is just a lucky basterd for getting with the best girl on campus.”

“shut up.” she says quietly, feeling her cheeks heating up, she hates that he still can get reactions from her.

mimi sighs, taking a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to put on a serious face again and she looks at him again:

“i'm okay, alright? you don't need to worry about me, seungmin handled it, he is not gonna bother me anymore.” she just mumbled quietly, just wanting to run away from everything and everyone and dig a hole. maybe she should have met her brother last year, maybe she wouldn’t be here anymore.

“i don’t believe a word you say,” han chuckled. “but i will take it for now. if he bothers you again, text me, or minho, or anyone you trust with this topic, okay? i just don’t want you getting hurt.” his words seem sincere, but jisung always sounds sincere with everything he tells her, this never changed.

“yeah, alright.”

“just talk to me whenever you need, ‘kay?” han hesitates for a moment, but fuck it, he takes a step closer and kiss her forehead, she didn’t squirm or shoved him away, which is a good sign, it makes him smile a bit.

“not gonna bother you anymore.” han chuckles with his characteristic toothy smile. “at least, for now.” mimi can help but let out a giggle with his comment.

“you never bother me actually.”

[entitiy-4]

Fuck it doing this.

Warning for Mahoako manga spoilers under the cut.

Right. So. One of the first things to take into account for any Mahoako ship is what Miraculous Ladybug fans call a "Love Square". When you have characters with secret identities, the dynamics between them spill over, but there's a big difference, for example, how Sulfur might react to Utena (Magical girl fan + she's in my class) vs Basier (Pervert villain who I really wanna pummel).

Of course, I choose to throw this out. Why? Well, we currently don't have enough of Utena & Kaoruko (Sulfur's non mg-name for the uninitiated) interacting for me to get a solid read immediately. There's definitely a few bits we can pull from it, but that's mostly looking at them in the context of others & the bleedover of their relationship as Magical girl & Villain.

And they have one hell of a relationship.

Let's just say there's some tension.

But anyway. A few manga panels isn't that good at describing the nuance, which is where all the fun bits start happening.

First off, Sulfur's skill at fighting. She's a real challenge for Basier every time she gets to go all out, straight up getting her to run off in their first, dealing quite a heavy blow in their second, all culminating in the fight where Sulfur gets her La Verita, nearly killing Basier if not for a well-timed portal.

But Basier gives back just as good. In the beach fight, when she has Sulfur at her mercy, in the dungeon where she takes advantage of Sulfur's affection for Magenta, and also nearly killing Sulfur during the fight Sulfur levels up.

One thing I only really wrapped my brain around recently with Utena is she kinda has a role-reversal kink. Not in the sense that she likes being dommed, but in the sense she wants to be overcome. And Sulfur, as the brat who'll never break, matches her perfectly. During their climactic fight, if anyone besides Utena had been on the other end of that crop, Sulfur would be dead. But she pushes forward, and achieves enough power to fight and beat Basier again - a bit too harshly, but Utena seems happy enough in her full-body cast, so whatever gets you going, girl.

But that's not all. I think it was Utena being beaten by Sulfur in their first one-on-one fight that really got her into "fighting" with magical girls. Up until chapter 5, where the fight takes place, Utena's ended every chapter feeling very unsure of herself. But once Sulfur beats the shit out of her & she comes up with a Magical Girl name in response?

Utena's smiling.

As she tells Kiwi a chapter later, this awoken exactly what lay dormant in our favorite failgirl dom, the desire to see new sides of the magical girls she loves - and then twist them, make them writhe in pain and pleasure, until they can overcome it and beat her.

And though she does have moments of self doubt later, in chapter 7, her next fight with the Tres Magia, what gets her to try not to fight isn't some "I don't know about this Vatz" excuse, but because she wants to keep her Magical Girl memorabilia safe. A far cry from the girl who just a few chapter ago would hide under her bed in shame.

(I could probably also go on about how Basier's whole "running away from fights" is kinda edging Sulfur but that's a bit of a stretch)

Anyway. Purple on Yellow.

Sulfur wants to fight. Basier wants to be overcome. It's great. Peak Yuri.

Alright now I'm going to ramble a bit about Utena & Kaoruko outside of their Magical Girl personas, because You Can't Stop Me Muahahahaha!

Did you know Utena & Kaoruko have exactly one scene where they're talking to each other out of costume, & it's the one used to set up Kaoruko's rivalry with Kiwi? We KaorUtena Shippers out here are really starved for non-MG content. But we can still speculate, and if there's one thing fandom (me) is good at, it's speculating!

So. What exactly is going on with the duo?

Well, the simple thing is it's kinda an inverse of their dynamic in costume. Kaoruko is both a protective and aggressive gal, who covers for her friends & beats the shit out of her enemies. As for Utena, despite 58 chapters of character development, she's still a shy girl at heart. Kinda like Kiwi, Kaoruko seems just as likely to drag her into new situations, but is fully willing to back her up until she's ready to go. And we know Utena's a bit overwhelmed with Kiwi's relentless affection, along with Kaoruko working to express herself better & overall being slower at doing so. So there's def some fun parts there, but also Strong Girl having a secret crush on Shy Girl is just a trope I find fun so eh.

Anyway. Should probably have some closing notes, huh. Um. I like when the purple girlfailure & yellow competent gal kiss. Especially bc they would def do it in the middle of a fight - Basier to torment Sulfur, Sulfur to surprise Basier & get the upper hand. Hopefully I'll write more fic about them.

As someone who loves both Utena x Kiwi & Utena x Sayo I’m disappointed in anyone who puts their ships against each other.

On the other hand I spit in both the faces of Utena and Momo to ship my favorite Magical girl x Villain crackship, Basier x Sulfur

we shippers should remember that at the end of the day we're just playing with touys and getting silly with it

[capitalisticveins]

Shaw Pack Headcanons Part 4 i think (INVERSION EXCLUSIVE EDITION [Ft. Sam])

I only listened to each Aftershock video once bc they make me cry so if any of these hcs were debunked in those vids PLEASE tell me

Also in another part of these hcs I said that Baaabe and Angel carpooled to the stadium so that’s why all four of them drove back in the same car okay enjoy

- Christian wholeheartedly believed he would die during Inversion.

- Tank was doing security during the Inversion, but they were scheduled to work inside the school, so they heard what was going on via Lasko’s announcement

- When they heard, they ran to the ward while shifted, and headbutted the ward. They kept punching and clawing at the ward while yelling incoherent words. It took Milo and Sweetheart pulling them back and explaining the plan to calm them down. By the end of it, their knuckles were bruised and bleeding, and tears were flowing down their eyes.

- They were more angry with themselves than they were with anyone else. They were the one who volunteered to work inside the school, and they were slacking off. They keep cursing themself out for sleeping under the staircase while their entire pack and Sam were fighting for their lives. They believe they could’ve done something, or protected more people if they were inside.

- David considered disbanding the Shaw Security company, Angel had to convince him otherwise, because he’d regret it in the end.

- Sweetheart thought Milo would die when he used his core to break the ward.

- When Tank and Sam got home, he broke down immediately in their arms. They spent that night on his reclining chair just staying in each other’s embrace.

- Christian and Arden refused to split up. No matter how many times they were told they’d save more people that way, neither budged.

- Sweetheart tried to phase through the ward to see if everyone’s okay, but couldn’t.

-David and Asher tried to text Baaabe and Angel, but the messages couldn’t go through. It wasn’t until an hour after everything happened that Baaabe and Angel got the text, and they nearly cried reading them.

- Baaabe bought the wedding ring 2 days after the Inversion. They never wanted to lose the chance to propose again.

- Sweetheart broke every traffic law possible when Milo called all panicky.

- Angel cried so much when they saw David made it outside the ward that they couldn’t see and drive back home. Baaabe had to drive the car with Asher riding shotgun.

- Tank saw the Closeknit ad before Milo told them about it, and broke their laptop in half midway through the ad.

- Kelsey wasn’t with the pack during Inversion, so when she heard about what happened, she immediately booked a flight and called Christian and Arden non-stop.

- Angel strained their voice and had to drink tea for a week with how much they were yelling.

- Baaabe was crying too, but it was easier for Lasko to comfort them because they were more willing to listen.

- When the ward fell, Baaabe and Angel stuck together and ran into the crowd, asking if anyone saw any wolf shifters around that were a part of security.

- Tank refused to show up to the award ceremony for the Shaw Pack. Half was for hatred of the Department, the other half was them believing they didn’t deserve it.

- Baaabe found Asher’s chest scars endearing about 7 months after Inversion. It reminds them he’s still there.

- Angel was making cupcakes before they got Milo’s call, to celebrate a “successful job for the Shaw Pack”. When Angel and David got home they told him they had to fix something in the kitchen before they’d join him in bed.

- They threw the cupcakes out the window and sprayed Febreeze everywhere.

- Bailey felt horrible that she wasn’t there for them when Inversion happened, -and didn’t go to any pack meetings or Solstices the next year.

- Milo was worried, she went NC with everyone, and he had to find out where she lived to talk about it.

Taglist: @vidiawinter360 @ilovedavidshaw

[gavinsdeviant]

Things me and my friends have said as Redacted characters

Just a warning that this is all for fun and the jokes that we wanted to share.

Also this mostly consists of me and @davidshawswife so do with that what you will lol

Hope you enjoy x

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Huxley, visibly sweating: “Please don’t unsubscribe, I swear it gets better.”

Damien: “You should start making ad campaigns for a gym.”

Darlin/Babe, gorging on snacks: “I’m watching true crime so it’ll be fine.”

Angel: “It’s like you want me to cry on the the kitchen floor.”

Guy, completely out of the blue: “We love an accidental piss.”

Darlin, bleeding out on their own couch, talking to Sam: “I’ll boost your ego in my suicide note.”

Gavin: “Hoe life or no life.”

Lovely: “WITH EVERY ATOM IN MY BODY I WANT HIM TO DANCE OVER MY DYING CORPSE.” (For storyline purposes, this is a joke)

David, completely done with life: “Please don’t tell me your a flat earther.”

Angel: “I’m really not but things would have been a lot easier for us depressed folks.”

Sam during Inversion: “As long as nobody was decapitated, we are all fine.”

Guy, after Honey comes home: “The princess was hangry, ladies and worms.”

Gavin, during Halloween in the 2000’s: “This is the skin of a killer, Bella.”

Their therapist: “We were talking about how to get extremely hurt and not lose your ability to walk. How do we think that could happen?

Lovely, contemplating life: “Death.”

Darlin: “Are you upset with me?”

Sam: “No… I just freaked out cause you were like SOS and I was like WTF.”

Huxley: “My mom thinks you’re pretty.”

Damien, blushing: “…”

David, sarcastically: “Have fun. Don’t crash.”

Ash: “Yeah, so I almost did in fact crash.”

Ollie’s listener: “My parents will probably pray for my soul. They already do. I’ve literally heard my dad praying for me and I laughed. He sounded so desperate LMAO.”

Their therapist: “Same.”

David, begrudgingly: “I love you.”

Ash: “I love you too, babygowrl.”

Freelancer, losing their shit: “You sound like a kettle.”

Gavin: “You sound like an imitation of a dolphin.”

Angel, eyes brimming with tears: “My mother just said she loves you.”

David: “Slay.” (with all due respect, this is a joke)

Darlin, talking about Quinn: “Depression and obsession don’t mix well.”

[krushkreates]

tw: mental health talk, talk of anxiety and depression, and mild allusions to death, skin/cuticle picking, mentions of the inversion, crying, and snakes/serpents

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the thing abt asher is that he’s not the most observant person ever. it’s not to say he isnt oblivious, but subtly isn’t his strong suit. over the years though (and the years spent working security rlly do hone ur observational skills), he can proudly say he can notice a lot of small things and is a better people watcher. this obliviousness, however, never impeded on his loved ones.

he’s always noticed the slight way david frowns before trying to politely dismiss someone after they yell at him about the quote for a weekend job. he’s never missed the way milo tugs on his right earlobe when he’s stressed or how christian looks to the left when he’s lying or how arden hides some of her laughter behind her hands bc of some offhanded comment a douchebag made abt her braces in middle school. he’s never not noticed the way his father’s hardened demeanor softens when he asks about his mother, or when the old man looks at the picture of a baby asher and his mama that has always sat on the fireplace mantle in his childhood home. this observant nature naturally extended to you.

he knows you inside out- the way you’re trying to stop picking at your nails, how your knuckles tense when you catch yourself. he’s known that you twitch slightly in your sleep and that means you’re about to subconsciously move yourself closer to him in a self-soothing way (he won’t ever tell you that. he likes having that to himself). and with the natural progression of your relationship, he knows when you’re entering an episode.

the usual lighthearted scolding of leaving clothes on the floor is a tired pick up shirt please and the extra hour spent in bed on the weekend combined with either no bed making or half-assed bed making has him in care mode.

in its purest form, it is asher doing what he believes he was put on this earth. murmuring enthusiasm into your ear of i know your brain is making you tired, but you’ll feel better later if you take a bath now. and he’s bringing you soup in bed (yes it’s canned, yes he got scolded by david again and now there’s a giant container of it in the fridge) and he’s changing the bed sheets around you, like you did for him during his healing after the inversion. he’s crooning sweet, silly songs that his brain somehow knows how to make up. he’s washing your arms, kissing each part after it’s been cleaned and complimenting you you are worthy. you are wonderful. im not going anywhere. and it’s 4am holding you if you need to cry and he somehow manages to make you laugh through it all.

this is what he thinks he’s meant for. caring for the love of his life and fighting their invisible dragons. he’ll gladly slay any serpent that tries to hiss their way through their brain.